Chapter 924: Just Seven Levels of Thunder Are Nothing. Those Who Don’t Know Think I Can’t Survive the Disaster.
The fourth level of heavenly calamity fell, and the dark cloud-covered sky was like a boiling water boiling even more, and the purple thunder that had not yet fallen became more powerful and strong.
Many purple thunders quickly penetrated into the ground and exploded out quickly, encircling and approaching Xu Xin inch by inch, which was truly earth-shaking.
The sky-reaching thunder pillar that fell from the sky seemed to take root on the ground, and its arrogance instantly increased several times.
The heaven and earth changed, the furnace was noisy, and the purple thunder energy on the ground collided, creating countless lightning sparks.
To prove immortality, every time a thunder falls from the sky, the people on the earth only have one breath, and there is absolutely no possibility of breathing and rebirth.
But Xu Xin doesn't need to ventilate, he just needs to... swallow the sky.
"A mere heavenly tribulation is nothing more than my qualifications. The Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art..."
Following Xu Xin's cold shout, the evil beast that had swallowed Zhao Xuansu appeared again, and countless purple thunders gathered like waterfalls, as if all the rivers were returning to the sea, and they all fell into the seemingly bottomless black hole of the abyss.
The fourth sky thunder shattered in an instant, and the fifth purple sky thunder, which became darker and darker in color, fell in an instant, and the purple energy poured out crazily, just like the turbulent waves of the Milky Way, rushing forward in an endless stream.
The fifth sky thunder that kept rolling and accumulating purple energy and white electricity fell suddenly. It seemed not like thunder, but snow-white water, the true water of thunder disaster. The sky thunder liquid rushed towards Xu Xin, like a heavy rain, with thunder and lightning like water drops. It hit him and splashed out.
This scene is spectacular.
Xu Xin remained motionless, but the purple and white thunder was like a wave, beginning to squeeze from top to bottom, and the weight of the thunder was increasing. After the sky thunder that fell straight down continued to compress, it finally turned into a thunder arrow that was no more than three inches thick.
Xu Xin suddenly stretched out his hand and shook it. His palm was filled with darkness, but the condensed thunder arrows were instantly shattered. The sky thunder was just food and supplies, so why should it hurt him?
"boom!"
Xu Xin's figure suddenly rushed forward. He had swallowed five thunders at once and was ready to take the initiative to attack the sixth and seventh thunders.
The fifth thunder dissipated. In the dark cloud-covered sky, the rolling thunder became even louder. A purple thunder appeared out of thin air higher up.
The sixth purple sky thunder is not as thick as a peak, but is extremely thin.
This seemed to be the legendary line between life and death, but when facing Xu Xin, this line of lightning was just caught with one palm, and then it was gone.
For some unknown reason, the seventh thunder was surprisingly far less powerful than the first six thunders. The sound of thunder gradually became smaller and the lightning faded, but the black clouds in the sky began to gradually turn purple.
The seventh thunderbolt in the sky rotates faintly, gathering the power of heaven, but it is not released.
Xu Xin's expression showed disdain. He pointed at the Tianmen that loomed behind the thunder clouds in the sky and cursed: "It's just seven thunders. Those who don't know think I can't survive the disaster. There are hundreds of thousands of Jianghu guests in Emperor Wu's city. Everyone Come together, one person at a time, it will be fun to have one hundred and eight thousand thunders."
On the sky of the East China Sea, Xu Xin cursed the sky wantonly, and countless auras surrounded him, like evil dragons, swimming around wantonly, with earth-shattering power.
There seemed to be an immortal in the sky who shouted angrily and resounded through the sky: "How dare an ordinary person disobey the way of heaven?"
Along with this sound, there was another thunder above the seventh level of heavenly tribulation, and the thunder was rolling like a huge stone rolling away on the clouds that looked like black silk, and the sound became even stronger.
Thunder roared, purple lightning intertwined, and it seemed like countless heavenly immortals were shouting angrily on the clouds in the sky.
The common man became angry and blood spattered five steps forward.
The emperor's wrath laid down millions of corpses.
At this moment, it seems that the immortals in the heaven above the nine heavens are furious, so what?
According to legend, there is a thunder-inducing heavenly being in the heaven, who specializes in natural disasters on earth. At this moment, he seems to be angry because Xu Xin broke the rules, triggering a stronger heavenly disaster to come.
"Where is the old dog barking, how dare you take it right?"
"You are just a little heavenly being, but you are worthy of my scolding. What kind of thing are you?"
Xu Xin, who was at the top of the sky, frowned and shouted angrily. With a wave of his sleeves, he stretched out his hand to grab the Tianmen. A mere heavenly being is nothing. What he wants is the thunder calamity of heaven, not the bullshit sky thunder dropped by this thing.
"You are brave, this is... no..."
This bullshit thunder-inducing heavenly being is not considered strong, and the heaven in the snow is not too high-end. The top bosses are naturally considered strong. The other thunder-drawing and gatekeepers, if they fall into the human world, they will not even be able to live in the human world. Some of the best warriors in the world cannot be defeated, such as the Bronze Man Patriarch. What kind of thing is this?
Xu Xin didn't like this kind of thing at all. He wanted to have 18,000 thunders. He had discussed it with the heaven on earth. It was best to get a thunder tribulation pool, so he could learn from the naughty child to take a bath.
I didn't expect that there is a mouse in the heaven that is so ignorant that he only takes the initiative to reply, but actually tries to interfere with Xu Xin's catastrophe with his own power. Will Xu Xin get used to this kind of thing?
"Boom!"
In the deep purple sky, the seventh thunder struck down, like a god prying up a mountain and throwing it into the sea.
A circle of violent ripples visible to the naked eye oscillated high in the sky, and then expanded rapidly.
The earth resonated with it and trembled, and a pillar of purple thunder "slowly" penetrated the rippling void, like a stone pillar smashed into the water.
In the sight of countless people, a purple thunder fell and a flash of white light rushed up.
The purple thunder that shook the world was finally split into two by the slender white light, turning into two torrents of purple thunder. When it was about to flow down the earth, it turned back and flew towards the white light, and was completely swallowed by the black hole behind the white light.
The white light rises higher and higher, the purple thunder keeps surging and falling, the void is like a twisted lake, and the momentum seems to have no end.
The white light, as bright as a comet, became faster and faster, and finally shot straight into the black cloud of thunder, as if it really wanted to get more thunder.
Among the billowing black clouds, the purple thunder beneath Xu Xin's feet was like a flood, and the black and white colors on his body became more and more intense, like a millstone that was constantly turning.
No matter how much purple thunder poured out, he refused to reject any that came, obliterating and devouring them, and even took the initiative to absorb more, wrapping himself in the ocean of thunder and bathing.
After the seventh thunder, there was an eighth thunder, but this time it couldn't even fall from the sky, and was blocked by Xu Xin in the black clouds to resist and swallow it up.
"Nine is the ultimate number. It seems that the thunder this time is nine levels."
On the ground, Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a, Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi and other top warriors in the world all looked up to the sky.
Cao Changqing, who is half a Confucian saint and is considered to be knowledgeable and inquisitive, stared at the sky and sighed: "It is said that no matter how many thunders hit the top, there is a rule, that is, the power of the last thunder must be the same as the previous thunders. Sum."
Mrs. Deng clicked her tongue in surprise and said: "Is it half ninety to travel a hundred miles?"
"coming!"
Wang Xianzhi suddenly spoke, and then everyone saw a figure falling from the sky.
A figure fell from the sky, and he was knocked down by the thunder that day.
The purple thunder penetrated the heaven and earth like a rainbow, shattering the void, turbulent the East China Sea, and shook the earth. Xu Xin... was only knocked down less than a hundred feet, and then shot up into the sky again.
At this time, the billowing black clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and it seemed that this catastrophe was about to end, but Xu was still unwilling to give up.
"The ninth level of heavenly calamity is gone? Why are you so stingy? Do it again!"
"Boom!"
Finally, another thunderbolt descended from the sky and struck Xu Xin down from the sky. It was a response to Ya. For this man, the Heavenly Tribulation was speechless.